paroles de chanson Natives - The Rankin Family
For
all
our
languages
we
can't
communicate
For
all
of
our
native
tongues
we're
all
natives
here
Sons
of
their
fathers
dream
the
same
dream
The
sound
of
forbidden
words
becomes
a
scream
Voices
in
anger,
victims
of
history
Plundered
and
set
aside,
grown
fat
on
swallowed
pride
With
promises
of
paradise
and
gifts
of
beads
and
knives
Missionaries,
pioneers
are
soldiers
in
disguise
Saviours
and
conquerors,
they
make
us
wait
The
fishers
of
men
they
wave
their
truth
like
bait
With
the
touch
of
a
stranger's
hand
Innocence
turns
to
shame
The
spirit
that
dwelt
within,
now
sleeps
out
in
the
rain
For
all
of
our
languages
we
can't
communicate
For
all
our
native
tongues,
we're
all
natives
here
The
scars
of
the
past
are
slow
to
disappear
The
cries
of
the
dead
are
always
in
our
ear
Only
the
very
safe
can
talk
about
wrong
and
right
Of
those
who
are
forced
to
choose
Some
will
choose
to
fight
For
all
of
our
languages
we
can't
communicate.
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